Veronica has intrigued me for some time. Movies and pictures have depicted her, but Mel Gibson’s The Passion of the Christ, was the most recent. History and tradition have attempted to shape who she was, to no avail. Veronica of course is widely celebrated in the Catholic Church. Catholic traditions vary according to different countries, but most facts concerning her are similar. I love the story of Veronica and what she represents.
It has been a long journey, a tiresome, dusty excursion to bring a sacrifice for the Passover. He talks with his family about the importance of the sacrifice for Passover. He is not aware of the event that awaits him in Jerusalem.
As Simon and his family, enter the city, the noise and commotion of a criminal about to be crucified, commands everyone’s attention. Jesus has fallen, struggling beneath the cross, and before Simon realizes what
The blasts of the shofar are commonly used for wake-up calls to shake out of our spiritual slumber, reconnect to our source, and recommit to our divine mission in this world.
I want to share a prophetic word that was given to me and I believe it is for all of us as well. Ask God what He might be saying to you. I would love to see you post your comments here.
The Lord said….
“Now is the time! Make the clarion call to the lost and broken. God’s power,
She was the only human that truly knew Him. She held him and fed him. He took his first steps into her arms. She nurtured and raised him, she launched his ministry in Canaan; She picked him up when he fell down.
In Mel Gibson’s The Passion, Jesus is carrying His cross through the streets, and Mary, the other Mary, and John are following, but cannot get to Him. John leads them through an alley so Mary can get close to Him. Just as John gets
Updated 03-16-2012 at 11:04 PM by iampiper
I love to write. I love to write about the Bible. I love reading a Bible passage and painting a word picture on the canvas of the computer screen, the story God is telling. I used to write as a child, I would write pretend novels, that I am sure did not make any sense. If I had had my wits about me, I would have kept those pretend novels. I used to write poetry as a kid too, and declared to my sixth grade class, I will be a poet when I grow up. Well here I am— I am a writer, a scribe. I have
Updated 03-16-2012 at 11:08 PM by iampiper